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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.