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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.