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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.