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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.