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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.