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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.