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 Italy 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s.
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 Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.