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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.