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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.