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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.