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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the rap 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.