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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Scratch Acid to the funk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.