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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.