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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.