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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.