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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
X-101,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.