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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.