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 Malawi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.