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 Italy 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.