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 Tanzania 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Janne Schatter to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.