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 Suriname 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Radio Birdman 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Crime,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.