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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.