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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.