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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 The Martian to the jazz 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators 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?
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
This Heat,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.