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 Burundi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Main Source 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.