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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 mellotron 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.