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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.