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 Madagascar 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.