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 Belarus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 snare 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.