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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.