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 Belgium and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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?
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.