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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.