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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.