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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.