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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Crime to the rap 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.