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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.