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 Comoros 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.