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 Kazakhstan 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.