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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.