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 Panama 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.