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 Kenya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
ABC,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Wings,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.