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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.