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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.