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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.