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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
the Germs,
DNA,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.