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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.