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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.