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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.