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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.