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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 synthesizer 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 Average White Band 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.