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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Pole,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.