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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.