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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
MDC,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.