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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.