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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
The Names,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.