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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.