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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.