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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.