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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Swans,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.