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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.