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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.