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 Monaco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.