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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.