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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.