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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.