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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.