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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.