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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.