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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.