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 Iran and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.