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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.