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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
The Monks,
Franke,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.