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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.