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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 The American Breed 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.