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 Guinea-Bissau and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Eddi Front 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.