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 Philippines and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.