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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.