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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Franke,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.