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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.