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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Index,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
cv313,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.