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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Skarface to the grime 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.