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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.