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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Suburban Knight to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work 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?
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.