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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
The Wake,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.