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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.