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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
June Days,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.