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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.