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 Kazakhstan 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.