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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Busters to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.