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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the dance 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Wings,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.