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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Last Poets to the techno 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.