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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.