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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.