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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.