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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Can,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
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.