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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.