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 China and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Pole,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.