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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.