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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the grunge 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.