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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Index,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.