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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the rock 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.