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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.