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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.