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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
June Days,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.