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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Man Parrish to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.