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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Roxette,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.