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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.