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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 güiro 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.