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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.