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 Kenya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 spring reverb 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 Zeros 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Nico,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.