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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
CMW,
Visage,
Erasure,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.