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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.