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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 DNA 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Index,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.