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 India and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.