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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground 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?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.