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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.