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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.