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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.