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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.