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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Smog,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.