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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.