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 Sudan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 The Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.