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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
DNA,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.