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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.