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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the punk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
MDC,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.