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 Benin and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.