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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Pole,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.