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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the grime 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
John Foxx,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.