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 Iceland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Scion,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.