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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.