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 Malawi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.