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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Brick,
cv313,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.