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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.