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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.