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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.