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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.