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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
June of 44,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.