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 France and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.