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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Pylon 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
JFA,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Fear,
Quantec,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.