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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Whodini,
The Names,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.