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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.