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 Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Television,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.