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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.