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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.