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 Andorra and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Erasure,
MDC,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.