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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.