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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Mummies to the crunk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.