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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Visage,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.