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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
X-101,
The Sound,
The Index,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.