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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.