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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.