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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Leaves to the rap 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.