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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant 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 electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.