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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
the Human League,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.