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 New Zealand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 organ 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Pagans,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.