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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
The Busters,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.