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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick 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?
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.