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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.