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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.