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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.