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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.