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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.