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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.