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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.