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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.