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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
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.