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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.