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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.