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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Gong,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.