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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.