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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.