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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.