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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.