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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Stereo Dub to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.