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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Nico,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.