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 Mozambique 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Skriet to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.