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 Denmark and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.