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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Wings,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Audionom,
Technova,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Can,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.