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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
DNA,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.