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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Darondo,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.