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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.