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 Syria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.