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 Romania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.