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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.