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 Comoros 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.