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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.