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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.