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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.