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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nas 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.