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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.