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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.