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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
DNA,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.