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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.