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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Mark Hollis 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.