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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.