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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Wings,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.