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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
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 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.