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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.