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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.