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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
MC5,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.