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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 The Move to the electroclash 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.