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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.