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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 R.M.O. to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.