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 Mali and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Ten City to the rap 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.