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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.