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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.