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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.