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 Mauritius and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 synthesizer 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 Barry Ungar to the rock 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.