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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.