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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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?
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.