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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.