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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Inner City,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.