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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.