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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.