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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Wire,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.