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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Whodini to the punk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.