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 Cape Verde 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.