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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.