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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.