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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers 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?
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.