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 Yemen and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.