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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.