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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.