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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
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.