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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Doors,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.