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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Technova,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.