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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.