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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.