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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.