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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Beijing and Seoul.
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 güiro 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 Derrick May to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Franke,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.