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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.