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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Japan,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.