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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.