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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.