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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.