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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.