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 Uruguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Evens 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.