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 Haiti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.