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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.