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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.