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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.