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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.