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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.