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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.