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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.