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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the dance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.