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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.