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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.