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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.