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 Bahamas and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
X-101,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
DNA,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.