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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.