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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Bad Manners to the punk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.