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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.