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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 The Stooges to the rap 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
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.