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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.