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 Laos and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.