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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 The Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.