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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.