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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.