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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
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.