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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Franke,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.