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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.