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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beau Brummels to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.