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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.