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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Joe Finger to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.