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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Slave,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.