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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb 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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.