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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.