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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
MDC,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.