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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Scion,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.