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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.