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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Human League to the jazz 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.