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 Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Moody Blues to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
CMW,
The Wake,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.