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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.