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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.