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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.