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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.