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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.