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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.