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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.