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 Spain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.