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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.