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 Cyprus 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.