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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.