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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 spring reverb 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 The Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
X-102,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.