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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Sam Rivers 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.