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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.