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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.