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 Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
MDC,
Scion,
This Heat,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.