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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Smog,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Index,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.