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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.