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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.