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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Technova,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.