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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.