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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Selecter to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.