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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column 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?
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.