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 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.