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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay 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?
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.