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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.