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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Association to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.