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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.