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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.