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 Ghana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
John Cale,
Moebius,
The Move,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Yaz,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.