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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.