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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Fear,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.