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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.