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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
the Association,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.