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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
The Wake,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Index,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.