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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.