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 Romania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.