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 Switzerland 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.