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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.