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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Chrome,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.