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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.