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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Move to the techno 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.