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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.