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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.