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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
MC5,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.