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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.