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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 The New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
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,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.