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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.