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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.