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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Can,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.