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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Trojans to the crunk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
CMW,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.