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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
UT,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.