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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 rhodes 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
PIL,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.