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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.