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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.