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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.