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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
PIL,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
10cc,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.