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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.