Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mars. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
The Gories,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.