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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.