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 Greece and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.