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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 sitar 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.