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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.