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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 synthesizer 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 Bluetip to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Fear,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.