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 Burkina 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.