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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.