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 Brunei and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.