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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the funk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
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.