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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe 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?
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.