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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.