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 Senegal 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Crime,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.