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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 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 Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.