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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.