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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs 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?
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.