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 Burundi and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.