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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.