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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Wings,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.