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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 808 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.