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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Brothers Johnson 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
X-102,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.