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 Iraq and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.