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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.