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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Moebius,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
The Sound,
PIL,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.