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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.