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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.