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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 The Monks to the funk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.