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 Mexico City.
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 Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.