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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.