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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.