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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.