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 Benin and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.