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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.