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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 theremin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.