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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.