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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.