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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.