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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.