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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.