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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Cluster,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
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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.