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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.