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 Moldova and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.