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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.