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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Quadrant to the techno 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.