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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.