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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.