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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.