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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.