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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Sparks 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Mars,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Faust,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.