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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.