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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.