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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.