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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.