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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.