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 Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord 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 The Motions to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.