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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.