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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 The Grass Roots to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.