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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.