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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 organ 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.