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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 electroclash 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.