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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
The Residents,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.