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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Hardrive to the disco 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.