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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.