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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.