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 Algeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.