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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.