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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.