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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.