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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.