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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.