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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.