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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Wings,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.