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 Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
UT,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.