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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Rekid,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.