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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.