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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.