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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.