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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
MC5,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.