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 Liberia and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Television,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.