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 Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Thompson Twins to the techno 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.