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 Venezuela and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 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 the Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.