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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Technova,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.