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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.