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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.