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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 chamberlin 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 Moby Grape to the techno 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.