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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 The Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.