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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.