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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.