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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
X-102,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.