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 South Africa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.