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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Vainqueur to the disco 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.