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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.