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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Pole,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.