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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.