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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.