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 Saudi Arabia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.