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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.