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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Index,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.