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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.