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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.