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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.