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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 the Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.