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 Fiji 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.