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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band 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?
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Wire,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.