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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
X-102,
The Index,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.