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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.