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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.