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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.