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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Quantec to the funk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.