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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 The Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.