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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Mars,
Organ,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and 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.