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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 organ 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.