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 United States 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.