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 Netherlands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Dawn Penn 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.