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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Technova,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Ossler,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.