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 Mali and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.