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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.