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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.