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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.