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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.