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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.