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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
This Heat,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Organ,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.