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 Vietnam and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Wings,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.