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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.