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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.