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 Sierra Leone 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.