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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.