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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.