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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Order. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.