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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.