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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
the Slits,
The Fall,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.