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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.