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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.