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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.