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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Kinks to the punk 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.