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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 The Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
CMW,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.