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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.