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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.