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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
The Index,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.