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 Cyprus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
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.