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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Liliput to the dance 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.