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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 snare 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.