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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.