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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.