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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.