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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Warsaw to the rock 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.