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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.