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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.