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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.