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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.