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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.