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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Brick to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Skaos,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.