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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultravox to the crunk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.