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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.