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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.