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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Public Enemy 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Cymande,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.