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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.