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 Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Moebius,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.