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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Monks,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.