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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.