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 St Lucia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.