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 Lesotho and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.