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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.