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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.