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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.