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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Quantec,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.