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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
ABC,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.