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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.