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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 DJ Style 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.