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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the jazz 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.