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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.