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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.