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 Cuba and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.