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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Television,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.