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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association 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 New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.