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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.