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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Can,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.