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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.