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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.