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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 rhodes 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
10cc,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.