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 Malta 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.